And in front of him towered the gigantic porch of a vast building and a domino path leading up to it.
'Oh, I am so glad,' cried Philip among the grass.

'I couldn't have borne it if she'd been lost for ever, and all my fault.' The gigantic porch lowered frowningly above him.

What would he find on the other side of it?
[Illustration: The gigantic porch lowered frowningly above him.] 'I don't care.

I've simply got to go,' he said, and stepped out bravely.
'If I can't _be_ a hero I'll try to behave like one.' And with that he stepped out, stumbling a little in the thick grass, and the dark shadow of the porch received him.
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